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Sounds of Silence |
The sound of silence
Is thrashed by the wind
Focuses on the void
Where solitude turns
Into a quiet frenzy,
A spirit playing music
Rasping, in winded sighs
Of hushed shushes
A muted message,
Peaceful, reticent, inaudible,
Nature’s symphony at large:
It is the sound of silence.
The awesome speech
Vagrant in this empty space
The mind now afloat
On its whooshing gushes
The freezing breeze brushes
Against my face blushing,
A speechless zephyr
Like a cold sharp blade
Striping it bare to the skin;
And as the crisp air zips past
My sense of hearing,
I listen to the silence,
To hushed whispers
While they linger on to haunt me
One gusty breath after another.
copyright 2020
Raymond
Fenech |
